Showing posts with label Peter Owen-Jones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Owen-Jones. Show all posts

Sunday, 20 March 2016

Another mixed bag

People sometimes ask me if I’d like to have a job as a proper TV critic. No way. One of the reasons I don’t blog more frequently, or tackle a broader range of programmes is that I don’t watch all that much TV - apart from the News Channel and, say, a Scandi Noir or two on BBC Four. 
After its shaky start I’m now enjoying The Night Manager, too. I never listen to radio 5 live, which BBC bias-watchers often cite as the source of much frustration.
On Sunday mornings, if I’m not doing lunch, I do like to binge on Andrew Marr, The Big Questions and Sunday Politics.

This morning,  after Marr’s lament about the demise of the Independent - he says he especially enjoyed reading ‘Fisk’  - I thought Iain Duncan Smith was treated fairly. 
This was one time when interruptions would have been intrusive, and for whatever reason Andrew held back and allowed his victim to speak. It could have been purely because Marr was enjoying the spectacle of the tory “Ant and Dec” being slowly and agonizingly undermined, but let’s say the end justified the means, if that’s the appropriate saying.

It does seem that IDS had specific reasons for the untimeliness of his resignation, and it leaves us wondering what he proposes to do about moderating the chancellor’s soulless, purely mercenary policies now, from outside the government, rather than from inside lobbying for his particular, more humanitarian, cause. There’s an obvious analogy there. It’s the In / Out dilemma again. 

Anyway I’m not in the business of analysing politicians or telling people what to think. I’m just saying what I think. I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

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I admit my thoughts are often really shallow. When it comes to The Big Questions, my shallowness blossoms.
When the shot pans out to reveal the front row, my first instinct is spot the regulars. After that, spot the weirdos, the headscarves, the gurners and the fidgeters. Today I spotted a lad in the audience with a massive pale candy-floss afro. I wish he’d spoken so that we could have had a closer look. That’s how shallow I am. 

I’m  distracted by people waving their arms around, being expressive and animated all the time. People don’t do that in real life. I’m told they’re taught to do that in ‘presenter school’, but not everyone who does it on TV has gone to presenter school, whatever that is. 
So, today the front row contained Owen Jones. He doesn’t wave his arms around, only his mouth, which he talks out of - one side at time. Sometimes he seems proper bright; next minute he’s on a forum with Hsiao-Hung Pai and someone called Ash with yellow comedy talons, and he seems as dopey as ever. 



Also present was the other Owen Jones, the hippy vicar called “Peter” with the dog collar and the hair. He’s weird, isn’t he?  Best of all, they had Piers Corbyn. It was mad.

Sorry for overlapping, but Craig’s post actually describes the content of the show, whereas mine’s purely facetious. As usual.

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One series I did watch with pleasure was Happy Valley. I came to the party late, but for me it was outstanding in that it had a proper ending. Dramas frequently start well and fizzle out towards the end as though the writer has run out of steam or has merely lost interest. This time the ending was just right. No car chase, no shoot-out. The only quibble was the poor audibility, which I’ve mentioned before.   I must say James Norton is a versatile actor. At least, his appearance can change radically, along with the character. Most luvvies these days remain stubbornly ‘themselves’ playing this or that role. But James is the character. I liked him as a baddie.

Some James Nortons
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Another topic, a teeny bit on the shallow side perhaps, concerns Theresa May’s cleavage. What was she thinking? Cleavage on budget day? Bad judgment.

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Andrew Neil’s reviewers made a good job of discussing Iain Duncan Smith. I do like it when The Sunday Politics discusses The Andrew Marr Show. It’s incest, but not as we know it.
Isabel Oakeshott, Janan Ganesh and your new BBC Newsnight editor made some interesting observations. 
They speculated on the future of the  Conservative party (in the event of either outcome of the EU referendum) and whether Iain Duncan Smith’s resignation would help the Brexit campaign (they thought it would) and whether it would irretrievably damage the PM’s and the Chancellor’s credibility.  (They thought not) Those were the questions I wanted them to discuss, though who’s to say whether their answers were particularly definitive or authoritative. Heidi Allen was jolly, don’t you think?

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I’m sorry that so many of you loathe Jo Brand by the way. I’ve seen that opinion expressed often enough on Biased-BBC so it wasn't a surprise. I can definitely understand that someone’s politics can completely pollute everything about them. Turn them toxic, as Isabel Oakeshott might say.
I feel that way about Ken Loach, Vanessa Redgrave, Emma Thompson, Jeremy Hardy and Alexie Sayle, to name but a few. But Jo, no.

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Oh yes, and I do wish our anonymouses would include some identifying marker somewhere in their comments. I had hoped that we could eventually achieve a little community, with regular contributors establishing their own comment personalities.  

But we’ve been here for ages, and that doesn’t seem to be happening.

The best blogs have lively comments sections, so what does that make this blog? 


Sunday, 17 November 2013

Sunday Morning, Praise the Dawning...



Groundhog Day at Sunday Morning Live

Ask the good folk who watch Sunday Morning Live a question and, with all the inevitability of someone citing the film 'Groundhog Day' when they want to make a point about some something happening over and over and over again, those BBC viewers will always, en masse, give a proud, two-fingered salute to whichever liberal position is being advocated. 

As soon as they asked "Should there be leniency for solders who commit crimes in conflict?" [discussed in the wake of the Royal Marine convicted of murdering a Taliban prisoner], I just knew it would be a landslide for 'Yes' - and so it was, with 86% saying 'Yes' and just 14% saying 'No'. 

Groundhog Day at Sunday Morning Live

Ask the good folk who watch Sunday Morning Live a question and, inevitably, they will en masse give a one-fingered salute to whichever liberal position is being advocated. 

It happens almost every week.

It didn't help this week that Rev Peter Owen-Jones was one of the two guests advancing the liberal position, as all he did was to keep repeating, Groundhog Day-style, the same point that "war is stupid and people are stupid" over and over again, and saying that all soldiers are murderers.

The other guest advancing the liberal position was former BBC royal correspondent Jennie Bond (fancy that!), who was much more reasonable but faced an on-form Nick Ferrari (and, via Skype, Simon Weston).

Incidentally, am I being a BBC-bias obsessive (oh, surely not!) when I note that both of the guests advancing the liberal line on this issue - Jennie Bond and Peter Owen-Jones - have strong links to the BBC (Jennie as a former reporter, Peter as a presenter of several BBC documentaries), while the right-winger Nick Ferrari (despite his fairly regular appearances on Sunday Morning Live) is a commercial radio, non-BBC man?

I used to enjoy the ultra-trendy Rev Peter's documentaries, even though he was clearly recruited by the Beeb partly for his eccentricities of manner and appearance (and his liberal outlook?). Today he looked like a cross between the late Steve Irwin and the late Lou Reed (with a dog collar and unwashed hair).

He's probably preparing a BBC documentary for the corporation's World War One coverage next year, where he will tell us that war is bad, m'kay, it kills people, m'kay. it would have been better to talk to each other, m'kay, and that war is very, very bad indeed, m'kay.

[I will add though that I much prefer Sunday Morning Live and Samira to The Big Loaded Questions with Gameshow Nicky. Less heat, more light.]